Remembering Diane

 

This is how I remember Diane. With her

 beautiful blond hair, a smile on her face

and surrounded by children.

 In 1979 soon after Bob and I bought our little house in Rockport, my sister-in-law Diane presented us with a very special present. A hand stitched piece of embroidery in a yellow frame for our new kitchen.(Ahhhh the 70s it fit right in with our gold, avocado and orange kitchen and complimented our brown shag rug in the adjoining living room.) The whimsical stitchery was of a bunny peeling apples and in process of making an apple pie. It said Home Cooking. How appropriate coming from this beautiful woman who not only worked her magic in the kitchen but into our hearts. The little bunny graced my wall for several years until one day it fell off the wall and crashed leaving the frame and the glass shattered. Well, by now most of you know me pretty well. I threw away the frame and tucked the 8" x10" piece of stitchery safely away, vowing to re frame the much loved gift as soon as I could. But life has a way of happening. Babies came and life got busy. That was at least 25 years ago. The little Muslim fabric gathered dust
and dirt and became discolored.  Sadly 3 years ago Diane died. We all miss her terribly. She was my sister-in-law and my friend. We God parented each others children and I am her daughter Katie's Confirmation Sponsor.  Katie is grown now and has developed into a beautiful young woman.  In the three years since Diane's death I have seen Katie at special family occasions and at our annual Christmas gatherings.  It is there that I have come to notice something quite lovely.  Katie shares many of her mother's talents! She is smart and creative and talented. How could she not be with a mother like Diane. Her own special ability to capture life's beauty through her photography is amazing.

The wall hanging has been washed.

It has been lovingly mounted and matted in honor of Diane. 

It has been framed fittingly in the bright yellow frame that Diane intended.  

This is for you Katie. I'll send it your way.

Hang it on your kitchen wall and be inspired by your mother's love and handiwork. She would want you to have it now.

With all my love.